Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 23:37:22 -0400
From: Shaver Boy <shaverboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: DOCTOR'S ORDERS (Chapter 17) (MMTT/t, exhib, mast, oral, anal)

NOTE: This is a work of fiction that depicts sexual situations between men
and teenagers. If that offends you or you are under 18 years old, don't read
on. Remember, these characters are fictional. They don't get any disease
that I don't want them to and they deal with things the way I want them to.
That isn't true in real life. Play safe. This is a fantasy, guys. Keep it
that way.

Comments are appreciated to shaverboy@yahoo.com

CHAPTER 17 - BLASTING OFF

"Doug, would you like some more garlic bread?"

"Huh?"

I was off in my own little world, sitting at the kitchen table with Dan,
Sean, their father and his friend Gary. I had moved my salad around on the
plate so many times that if lettuce could get dizzy, this batch would have
definitely been there. The others were busy talking and eating while I zoned
out. Now Mr. Carrico had asked me something.

"Are you feeling alright, Doug?"

"Yeah, sure, just kinda tired."

Actually my mind was full of all sorts of conflicting thoughts. I found
myself thinking of the old Far Side cartoon that Chip had passed to me in
class in the fifth grade. It showed the fat kid holding up his hand in class
and saying 'Can I be excused, my brain is full.'

That night I knew exactly what that meant.

Here I was, sitting in Dan's briefs and gym shorts and a sweatshirt, eating
spaghetti with this very domestic, very free, gay family. I'd had sex with
Dan and Sean. And Sean had told me about his introduction to Dr. Owen - when
he'd sucked his dad as the doctor watched. And sitting across from me were
Sean and Dan's father and his boyfriend, Gary.

OK, a word about Gary (I know you were waiting for the story there). The
word would be hot. I think the straightest guy in the world would have found
Gary Simms hot. He was about five-ten, stocky and muscular with blond hair
and a face that women, men, hell, anybody would go apeshit over. There was
something about his eyes. Dark brown, almost black, and you felt like they
were looking into your soul. The moment I saw him, in tight jeans that
showed quite a bulge, and a flannel shirt that showed off his broad
shoulders and big chest, draining spaghetti in the sink, I couldn't take my
eyes off him.

Alright, that was more than a word. Gary deserved a paragraph.

And Mr. Carrico. I found myself staring at him too, studying his
well-muscled chest and arms defined under the tight sweatshirt that he was
wearing. After what Sean had told me, I kept thinking of getting down on my
knees and rubbing that bulge that showed in the front of his sweats. I
imagined pulling them down, taking his dick in my mouth and. . .

But then the mental brakes would screech to a halt. What the hell was I
thinking? I was wanting to have sex with a man. I mean, yeah, it wasn't like
I hadn't done it before, but it had always just sort of happened. No
planning, no dreaming of scenarios. Well, except for Chip. But that was
different. Or was it?

Gary and Mr. Carrico had been really nice, cooking dinner and trying to make
me feel at home. But home had never been like this for me. A house of all
guys, even father and sons, sort of took on this, well, locker room feel. I
had never heard so much cursing around the dinner table: Sean complaining
about his fucking jeep stuck down the fucking hill in the fucking snow; Mr.
Carrico telling him to stop whining like a pussy and we'd all help get it
out after dinner; Dan calling Sean a dickhead for getting stuck in the first
place. You get the idea. Guy talk. I sort of liked it. but even when my
father and I had been alone, there had never been this kind of "guy talk".
So I was being sort of quiet.

Anyway, after dinner, I went down to the laundry room to get my clothes out
of the dryer so I could help with the jeep.

I stripped off Dan's sweatshirt and gym shorts. Standing there in just the
tight white jockeys that Dan had lent me, I started thinking again about
Sean, down on his knees, licking his father's dick. I wondered again what
his dad's dick must look like. I pictured myself down on my knees, naked and
stroking my own dick and leaning toward. . .

"Are you almost ready?"

I nearly jumped through the ceiling, letting out a shriek as I turned around
to see Gary standing behind me. I was rubbing my hard dick through my
briefs. I wondered how long he'd been standing there watching.

He smiled, "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He looked down at my boner as
it tented out my underwear and drooled a widening wet spot onto the thin
white fabric. His smile grew wider. "Um, you might want to save that till
later. I think Sean's a little antsy to get his jeep out."

I was beet red with embarrassment. "Sure, I'll be right up." I dove for the
dryer and grabbed my pants. Gary leaned against the doorway and watched me
dress.

"Don't be embarrassed. I get a hard on when I strip down too."

I pulled my tee shirt over my head. "Yeah, well, I , um, I just thought I
was alone."

"As I said, sorry."

I looked at him while I pulled on my socks. He seemed so cool and looked so
masculine standing there. I wanted to touch him. But hey, I was just a kid,
a really horny kid. "So. . . this happens to you too?" I wanted him to talk
about it.

"Sure, I get hardons at the drop of a hat. And believe me, nothing feels
better than stroking it." He chuckled. "Like I have to tell you that."

I pulled on my sweatshirt and stood facing him. My dick was still pressing
hard against my jeans. I glanced down at his crotch and noticed that the
bulge there had grown too, snaking over to his left leg. Quite a ways over.
He casually gave it a squeeze.

"See, I bone up in no time too." He squeezed it again, looking right at me.

I stood frozen, unsure of what to do. Finally he broke the spell.

"So how many times a day do you beat off? Two? Three?"

My mouth was dry as I croaked out, "Three, I guess."

He grinned at me. "And I'll bet that's on a slow day. God, when I was your
age, I was busting a nut like five times a day. I bet they still haven't
scraped all my jizz off the bathroom stall at my high school." He squeezed
his dick again.

I was starting to shake a little. I wanted to touch him. "You used to jack
off at school?" Perverted as I was I hadn't done that yet.

Gary's eyes seemed to drill into me. "Shit, yeah. I'd beat off every morning
when I got up. Then sometimes while my dad was driving me to school I'd be
sitting there in the back seat with my hand down my pants, working it again.
First thing when I got to school I'd head for the restroom by the cafeteria
and blow a wad in the stall at the back. Always blew on the wall too. I was
waiting to see who noticed. Then I'd do it after lunch. Same stall. When I
got home, I'd be naked faster than you could say 'Dick'. I'd beat off in the
bathroom watching myself in the mirror on the back of the door."

That last one struck a familiar chord. How many times had I done that in my
parents' bedroom, blowing a load on the mirror on their door? Gary seemed to
realize we'd found common ground.

"You too, huh?"

I nodded.

"Hey, nothing hotter than watching yourself get off, right?"

"Yeah," I barely managed to say. I felt a damp trickling down my leg.

Gary stood there smiling at me, still squeezing his dick. Then he walked
toward me. My heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my head.

He reached down and gave my dick a squeeze through my jeans. He stared at me
for a moment then backed away. "We better get upstairs. Tim'll be wondering
what's going on."

He turned and left. I took several deep breaths, trying to pull myself
together. Then I followed him up to the kitchen, my heart pounding in a
mixture of frustration and relief.

Two hours later, Sean, Dan and I staggered back into the kitchen, covered in
snow again. Digging Sean's jeep out had turned out to be harder than any of
us had thought, but we'd finally gotten it done and gotten it back up the
hill. Mr. Carrico and Gary said they were going to stop in at Gary's
apartment, a few blocks away and get a few things. After dumping our coats
and boots, and making some hot chocolate, the three of us headed down
downstairs to the rec room, which was the combination gym and den. Sean
turned on the gas fireplace and soon it was nice and cozy. I sat on the
hearth thawing out. Dan and Sean sat on the floor by the couch. We sipped
our hot chocolate while Dan continued to rib Sean about what a jerk he was
to get stuck.  I was halfway listening to them as I gazed out the window at
the falling snow and let my mind wander over all the things that had gone on
that day. So it caught me off guard when Dan suddenly spoke to me.

"I saw you were checking out Gary at dinner."

I blushed. "I wasn't checking him out. I just think he's a cool guy."

Dan rolled his eyes at my obvious lie. "Look, he's good looking. No arguing
with that. You should see him out of those clothes."

Thinking to myself that, yes, I definitely should, I asked, "Have you?"

Dan sighed. "Sure. I mean he stays over like three or four nights a week. I
mean, it's not like he and Dad are fucking in the living room or something
but like I told you before, we don't exactly hide things around here. I've
seen him plenty of times out in the kitchen in the morning, butt naked and
boned, getting his coffee."

I was busily painting a wall sized mural of that in my head. There was
another question on my mind.

"Um, have you ever, like, done it with him?"

Sean and Dan looked at each other and smiled. Sean finally spoke up. "We've
had a few little parties with the four of us beating off together out in the
Jacuzzi. And a few other things."

Another painting was forming in my mind, of Dan, Sean, Gary and Mr. Carrico
naked and stroking. I was aware that my dick was jerking up and down in
excitement.

Sean continued, "By the time Dad and Gary met, well, things were a lot more
relaxed around here. I mean, I told you about what happened with Owen. After
that, Dad sort of got a little more comfortable with the idea that we were
all pretty horny and as long as it was what we wanted to do, there wasn't a
problem."

Dan nodded. "Yeah, when I moved in, after Sean and I had our little thing by
the pool there, things got real relaxed. Dad would hang out naked with us.
And we'd jack off, sitting around in the evening watching TV or out by the
pool or here in the gym after a workout. It was pretty cool."

I nodded, breathing heavier as I added more and more mental pictures to the
collection in my head.

Dan continued, "Sean was off at school when Dad met Gary last year. I wasn't
sure how I'd like him. I mean, for as long as I'd been here it had just been
Dad and me and occasionally Sean. I guess I was a little jealous when Gary
started hanging out here a lot.

"Then one day I was working out down here in the gym and Gary came in. Dad
was still at work. In the warm weather I like to just work out in a jock
strap. So there I was in my jock and Gary starts asking me about my routine
and asks if I'd mind if we worked out together. I said sure. So he starts
stripping down till he's in his jock too. Let me tell you, the guy is really
built. I mean I was fucking impressed. And I was getting a little horny too.
Anyway, so we both did our routines for a while and then he offered to spot
me while I did my bench presses. And so he's like standing over me, his
crotch like right over my face. I could smell his sweat. So I did my set and
by the time I was done I was beat. I was lying there on the bench and he was
still standing there right over me. And I started boning up.

"Gary looked down at me and asked me if I was thinking of exercising
something else. I was a little freaked at first. I mean this was my dad's
boyfriend and I didn't want to screw up. But on the other hand, I could kind
of tell that the pouch of his jock was chubbing up right in front of my
face. So I reached up and rubbed it. He was definitely starting to bone. So
I pulled his jock down. And man, the biggest dick I ever saw came tumbling
out! I mean it's even bigger than that hose of Jeff Howard's. The head of it
bounced on my nose. He was still getting hard. I kind of stroked on it some
and pretty soon he was hard as a rock. He kept leaning forward more, so that
his dick was getting closer to my face.

"He leaned over just a little more so that the head brushed against my lips
a couple of times. I still had my hand on it. And then he says real soft,
'suck it'. I stuck out my tongue and licked the head. I heard him say
something like 'Oh shit yeah!' and so I started sucking him. It was kind of
a challenge. I don't think I got more than half of it in my mouth. Then he
started fucking my mouth. I had my hand in my jock, wailin' away on my own
dick and he reached down and stuck his hands under my hips and pulled me up
so I was just about heels over head with his dick still pumpin' my mouth. My
ass was practically in his face. He pulled my jock off and started playing
with my ass, fingering it and licking it. At the same time he was stroking
my dick. I was like on fucking fire. Before I knew it he had two fingers in
me and was pumping 'em in and out while he picked up speed on jerking me
off. And he was pumping my mouth faster too. Well, I came like crazy,
sprayin' spunk all over myself and he blew a big load right in my mouth. He
pulled out of my mouth and went over and got a towel and came back over and
knelt down next to me and started wiping me off. And he said something like,
'So now do you approve of me dating your dad?'

"I just nodded and then we both started laughing. And we've been great since
then. And yeah, we've fooled around some more."

I was trying to keep up with all this. "And your dad knows about . . ."

Sean laughed. "It was Dad's idea. He figured the best way to get Danny to
like Gary was to get him horny. The way to a boy's heart is through his
gonads, you know."

I was sort of figuring that out, not just for Dan but for me too. I was
horny as hell at that moment. And it must have been pretty apparent to Dan
and Sean.

Dan shook his head. "God, you're a mess. You've done it with me, you've done
it with my brother, now you want to do it with my father and his boyfriend."

"No way, I mean just hearing about you doing that got me. . ." I was trying
to dig myself when Dan held up his hand.

"I'm just messin' with ya, man. I don't care if you want to do it with 'em.
You're not the first guy to come over here and lust over them. And let me
tell you, if you're into it, they just may do it."

Dan came over to me and groped my dick through my jeans. "But if not, don't
worry. I'll keep you busy. And I'll bet big brother is game for a little
more fun too."

I backed away a little. "I don't know. I think maybe I've done enough
today." I was starting to get a little self-conscious about how much gay sex
I'd been having when I still couldn't quite bring myself to say that I was
gay.

Dan had that crooked little grin on his face that I was starting to
recognize. Arching an eyebrow he said, "OK, tell you what. Let's make it a
little interesting." He got up and went over to the desk and pulled a deck
of cards out of the drawer. "How about a little game of strip poker."

My dick definitely jumped at the idea. But I still wasn't sure I wanted to
do it. "Um, well. . . I don't know."

"Oh come on," Sean said, "It's not like we haven't seen everything you got."

Well, that was a legitimate point. "But what about your dad and Gary?"

"They may stay over at Gary's place. Or they may join in. Or just watch. And
I know that wouldn't break your heart."

I thought for a moment. It wasn't like I could change anything that had
happened. And whether I wanted to admit it or not, I did sort of hope that
the other two would join us. I nodded and scooted over to the coffee table
as Dan sat down and started shuffling the cards.

"Good," Dan said, as he started dealing. "Five card stud. The two losers
have to take off a piece of clothing. Whoever ends up naked first, has to do
what the guy with the most clothes left tells him to."

My heart was pounding. What was I getting myself into? But I stayed quiet as
I picked up my cards.

Sean won the first hand and Dan and I both peeled off our sweatshirts. Dan
won the second and Sean lost his sweatshirt and I lost my socks. Then it was
Sean again. Dan lost his socks and I pulled off my tee shirt. I could feel
the precum oozing out of my dick into my underwear. I finally won a hand and
Sean pulled off his socks while Dan pulled off his tee shirt. Dan and I were
still tied so I kept telling myself that maybe I wouldn't end up the loser.
And yet, deep down, part of me sort of hoped I would be. Actually, the
thought that I'd end up naked and hard, and at the mercy of one of them had
my heart thumping.

Dan won the next hand. Sean removed his tee shirt and I slid out of my
jeans, leaving me in my tight jockeys. A large sticky spot marked the head
of my dick, which was clearly hard and throbbing. The pinkness of the skin
was visible, pushing against the soaked cotton.

Dan reached over and gave it a squeeze. "Kind of enjoying yourself aren't
you?"

I shivered at his touch. "Hey, I haven't lost yet."

Dan winked at me and gave another squeeze. "Not yet."

We played another hand. I was so nervous I almost dropped my cards. And
looking at the hand I had, I knew what was coming.

Sean won the hand. Dan slid off his jeans, and tossed them in the corner. He
sat back down in his tight white jockeys. Like me, his hard dick was tenting
out the front and dribbling. He and Sean sat back on either side of the
coffee table and looked at me.

"OK, kiddo," Sean said with a grin, "it's show time! Stand up and drop 'em."

I stood up, blushing but also turned on. Standing in the middle of the room,
I hooked my thumbs in the elastic waistband and slowly began to pull down my
briefs. The back of them slid over my butt and the front slowly came down
revealing my trimmed bush and the base of my cock. Inch by inch, I pulled
down, my dick straining against the waist band until it suddenly sprang
free, slapping loudly against my belly. I let my briefs drop to the floor
and stepped out of them. I stood, my hard bone pulsing up and down in front
of me, the wet tip shining. Sean and Dan watched appreciatively.

"God, you are gonna be a hit in some stripper bar someday," Sean laughed.
"You're just loving this."

I blushed even deeper. He was right. As much as I hated to admit it, I was
loving it. I loved the attention. I loved being naked. I loved being hard. I
felt a little guilty about it all. But as usual, I decided to think about
that tomorrow.

Sean leaned over and whispered something to Dan. I could see Dan's smile
widen as he listened and nodded. Then he got up and headed out of the den
and up the stairs. Sean looked up at me. "OK, Dougy, now it's time for a
real show." He shoved the coffee table out toward the center of the room and
then sat back on the couch. "Stand up on the table."

Feeling a bit silly, I climbed up on the coffee table, facing toward Sean.
"OK, let's see you stroke it a little. Don't cum, just work it nice and
slow."

I spread my legs a little and slowly began to work my dick, spreading the
precum over the head and down the shaft. I ran my other hand down my chest
and stomach and massaged my balls. Sean sat, rubbing his dick through his
jeans. I watched him watching me. It sent a tingle through me, seeing his
eyes focused on my crotch.

Dan came back downstairs carrying a small gym bag. He sat down on the couch
next to Sean and hand the bag to him.

"Spread your legs a little wider," Sean instructed. I did. "Now finger
yourself."

"Oh come on, man." Even I was a little embarrassed to be doing that in front
of them.

"You agreed to the rules."

Reluctantly, I reached behind me and rubbed my finger against my hole. It
was still tender from the fucking that it had gotten from Dan and Sean
several hours earlier. And yet it excited me to touch it. I inched my
forefinger inside, groaning softly.

"Work it in and out while you jack."

I did. My dick was throbbing, almost painfully. A sting of precum drooled
out, swaying down toward the table between my spread legs. The room was
filled with the squishy sound of my smearing the gooey stuff all over my
dick. Sean was rubbing the bulge in his jeans. Dan had his hand in his
briefs, massaging his hard dick.

"Work a second finger in."

"I don't . . ."

"You can do it. You've had more than that in there."

I started pushing my middle finger in. My hole was still opened up enough
from the afternoon that it slid in without too much trouble. I could feel
the heat of my insides as I slowly worked my two fingers around. My moans
grew louder. I felt like I was going to shoot at any moment.

Sean realized that. He reached into the bag that Dan had brought in and
pulled out a leather thong, about a foot and a half long. He got up and
walked toward me.

"Can't have you shooting just yet. Take your hand off your dick."

I did, still slowly fingering my insides. Sean looped the thong around my
dick and behind my balls and tied it tight. My dick seemed to strain against
the restraint, swelling more than ever. He looped the cord around my
ballsack and tied it again. My balls were trapped beneath the knot, swinging
back and forth. He squeezed them, causing me to groan loudly.

"There. That'll slow you down. But it'll keep you hard too."

He reached in the gym bag again. I gasped. He held in his hand a dildo, ten
inches long and at least five inches around. He placed the flat base on the
coffee table between my legs.

"Sit on it."

I was shaking now. "Sean, I can't. I can't take something that big in me."

"Try. If you can't, you can't. But I want to see you try it. I'll bet you
get more in than you think you can."

I hesitated. Dan spoke up. "You look fucking hot, man. You've got me majorly
horny. Give it a try."

I still wasn't sure. Dan leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "Get me hot
enough here and I'll let you fuck me later."

I thought about it, studying Dan's tight round butt in his white briefs. It
was tempting. Slowly I pulled my fingers out of my hole. Crouching down, I
found the head of the dildo felt it. Dan had lubed it up a lot and my hand
slid down the greasy shaft. I positioned the head against my hole. I
shivered as I started to allow the head of the dildo to spread me open.
Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself down on it more. The head began to push
inside me. My trussed up dick was standing out, red and swollen, still
drooling precum.

Sean had his dick out, slowly stroking as he watched me lower myself on the
dildo. "Push it in man. Fuck yourself on that thing."

My ass ached but I felt myself opening up. I sank another two inches onto
the big pole. Dan came toward me again. The wet spot on the front of his
shorts had grown.

"Lick my dick through my shorts, man."

"Let me get through with this first." I was afraid I'd lose my balance and
jam the dildo all the way in, which I was pretty sure would not feel good at
all.

Dan realized the awkwardness of my situation and put his hands under my
arms. I could feel him steadying me. "There," he said, "now you can do it.
Just a few licks. Come on."

His thick dick inside those tight briefs was tempting. "Oh alright, just for
a minute."

My face was up against his gooey shorts. I ran my tongue against the damp
material tasting the funky combination of precum, sweat, cotton and fabric
softener. The head of Dan's dick was shiny and wet behind the thin cotton. I
wrapped my lips around it through the material and sucked.

Dan was groaning. "Lick it. Suck my dick through those shorts."

I leaned forward and did just that. I ran my tongue around the head a few
times and then down the underside of his shaft. I ran my tongue down to his
tight ballsack. Then I headed back up the shaft to the knob-like head and
wrapped my lips around it for a moment. The front of his briefs was getting
soaked with a combination of his precum and my spit.

I realized that as I concentrated more on Dan's dick than on my ass, I
relaxed more and the dildo was penetrating me deeper. It was rubbing my
prostate now, causing my aching dick and balls to throb even harder.

Dan groaned, "Man, don't stop now. Just a little more, huh? It feels so
good." He pulled his dick out of his briefs and pointed it at my mouth.
"Suck it some more."

It had me turned on too. My dick was throbbing and drooling. I grabbed onto
his hips and went down on his dick again.

"Yeah, that's it," Dan grunted, "Get into it, man. Suck my dick."

I did. My mouth was going up and down on his thick meat as I applied suction
with my jaws.

A voice came from the stairway. "Nice."

With Dan's dick still in my mouth, I looked up to see Gary standing there a
cup of hot chocolate. He was barefoot and had changed into a pair of sweat
pants and a sleeveless sweatshirt. I looked at his thick muscular arms,
sprinkled with blonde hair. From the look in his eyes, I could tell he was
enjoying what he saw.

"Don't let me stop you. I've never seen little muscle boy here so turned on
before. You must be doing a hell of a job on his dick." He put his cup down
on a table by the stairs and leaned back against the wall.

Dan glanced at him slightly annoyed. "Just let him get on with it. He's
really good."

"I can tell. Go right ahead. I'm enjoying the show."

At first, I was embarrassed as hell to have Gary catch me in this position.
But I was also excited by the fact that Gary was watching.

Dan had his hand on the back of my head. I took the hint and kept sucking.
Gary was still standing by the stairs, rubbing the growing bulge in his
sweats.

"He likes being watched, you know," Dan commented to Gary. "And he's into
you and Dad anyway. So he's probably about to pop from you standing there
seeing him giving head."

As Dan continued sliding his dick in and out of my mouth, it dawned on me
that if Gary was back, then that meant . . .

"Well, you all certainly know how to treat a guest." The deep voice came
from behind Gary. On the stairs, I saw Mr. Carrico, wearing gym shorts and a
sweat shirt. He came down and stood next to Gary, leaning against the
bookcase.

I must have been red as a beet, but my dick throbbed and jerked up and down.
Strings of precum dangled from it, pooling on the table beneath me. I pulled
up a little on the dildo, which only made it more obvious that I was fucking
myself on a huge rubber dick. I saw Mr. Carrico's eyes widen a little. He
stepped forward toward Dan and me.

"Danny, take your penis out of Doug's mouth for a second. I need to ask him
something."

Reluctantly, Dan pulled back. I worked my jaw a little, trying to rid myself
of the dull ache that had resulted from having my mouth around Dan's fat
cock. I put my hands on the table to steady myself as Dan moved back a few
steps.

Mr. Carrico walked over to me and crouched down a little. His face was only
about two feet away from mine. I could see the look in his eyes. It was a
look of concern but beneath that, I was sure, I saw lust as his eyes took in
my naked body. And that look excited me even more.

"Doug, are you alright with this?" he asked softly. "These guys haven't
talked you into something you don't want to do, have they?"

I realized that if I wanted to, I could have ended all this right then. A
little voice inside me told me I should. But a much louder voice drowned it
out.

I shook my head. "No. I wanted to do it." I felt strange saying it. But it
was true.

"You've done this sort of thing before I take it."

"Yeah, kind of. Down in Florida over Christmas."

"Does it make you uncomfortable for Gary and me to be here?"

"Um, well. . .," How was I going to say this? "No, it's OK. I mean, I really
sort of, um, like it."

Mr. Carrico reached down and gently ran his index finger around the head of
my dick. He rubbed the precum that came off between his forefinger and
thumb. "Yes, I guess you do."

I glanced down at his shorts. I could see the head of his dick peeking out
of the left leg hole, wide and flared and growing. He saw where I was
looking.

"You like that too?" he asked, looking right into my eyes.

I hesitated for a moment but there was no denying what was on my mind. "Uh
huh."

"Then show me what you can do with it."

I was on my hands and knees on the table, his tented shorts just inches from
my face. I reached up and pushed the leg of his shorts up, revealing the
thick shaft and taking it in my hand. His dick wasn't long, maybe six and a
half inches. But it was thick, I could barely get my hand around it. I
leaned forward and licked the head, tasting the drop of precum that was
shining on the pisshole.

"Take it in your mouth, Doug. Really show me what you can do."

I had gone too far to turn back now. I opened my mouth and took in his fat
cock. I gagged a little as the head hit my throat. I felt Mr. Carrico's hand
on the back of my head.

"Suck it, boy. Suck my dick."

I did, going up and down on the wide shaft, coating it with my saliva. I
could taste his precum leaking down my throat.

The others were standing around watching. On the couch, Sean was still
stroking his dick in his shorts, his jeans down around his knees. Dan had
pulled his soaked briefs off and was leaning against the bookcase naked,
stroking his dick and massaging his balls. Gary had his hand inside his
sweats. All of their eyes were on me. My dick was so hard it ached.

Gary came over behind me. The dildo was still about halfway inside me. "Here
let me help you with this while you concentrate on Tim's cock."

He took hold of the base of the dildo and began slowly twisting it, driving
it further into me. My moans were muffled by the fat tube of flesh in my
mouth.

"You're pretty opened up, Dougy," Gary commented. He looked at Dan and Sean.
"Would you two have anything to do with that?"

Sean nodded. "Yeah, we both boned him this afternoon."

"Well then I think he's probably ready for the real thing. But you better
help me get ready first." He pulled his sweatshirt over his head and dropped
it on the ground. I could see how defined his chest was, covered with a coat
of light brown hair that had been trimmed short to accent his huge pecs. He
turned back to Sean. "Come over here and get my dick nice and wet while I
stretch this hole open some more."

I could tell by the look on Sean's face that he was all too glad to help
out. He came over and knelt down by Gary. He rubbed his hand against the
large bulge in the front of Gary's sweats. I could just barely see as he
began pulling them down, revealing the well stuffed pouch of Gary's
jockstrap underneath. He leaned forward and licked the pouch, running his
tongue around the edges and sucking on the big tool that was hidden inside.
I could tell by the outline that it was big. But I wasn't until Sean pulled
the jock down under Gary's balls that I saw just how big.

Gary's cock was almost a replica of the dildo that filled my ass at that
moment. Ten inches long, it wagged in front of him, heavy and hard. The plum
sized head shined with a combination of Sean's spit and Gary's precum. I
shivered at the thought of that inside me. But I also wanted to try.

Mr. Carrico felt me tremble and guessed why. "Big one, isn't it? It takes
some getting used to. If you don't think you want to do it you don't have
to. But I know Gary'll take it slow. Are you OK with that, Doug?"

His voice reassured me, even as he continued pumping my mouth with his dick.
He also was rubbing his hand in slow circles on my back, soothing me,
relaxing me. I took my mouth off his cock for a moment and looked up. "I'll
give it a try."

"Good. Danny, get over here and help Doug relax a little. Show him some of
that famous tongue action of yours."

Dan reached under me and slowly stroked me for a moment. My dick was swollen
and almost purple from being tied and hard as a steel rod. A puddle had
formed on the table beneath me. Behind me, Gary was slowly inching the dildo
out of me as Sean continued sucking his huge dick. As the rubber replica
popped out of me, my hole spasmed, rapidly opening and closing, as if it was
looking for the removed invader. Gary rubbed his thumb against the twitching
ring.

"Can't wait can you? Well, I want to make sure this is a ride you'll
remember. So let's make sure you're nice and wet and relaxed."

He leaned over. I could feel his breath on my crack. As I resumed licking
Mr. Carrico's dick, I suddenly shook all over as Gary started blowing on my
hole. The cool wind of his breath against the sensitive flesh gave me goose
pimples. I moaned.

Dan meanwhile had slid under me and was gently flicking his tongue back and
forth across the head of my dick as it twitched above his face. He worked
his way down the stiff shaft to my ball sack, gently nibbling on the
wrinkled skin and then headed back up my shaft to the head.

As if that weren't enough to send me over the edge, I next felt Gary's
tongue slowly begin circling my hole. I wanted to scream. My body was so
stimulated I could hardly stand it. But as Gary had intended, my tight hole
began relaxing. His tongue was probing deeper into me. After several minutes
of that sweet torture, he decided I was ready. He stood up and pulled his
dick from Sean's mouth. He pulled off his sweats, which were bunched around
his ankles, and then the jockstrap. He stood beside me, magnificently
muscular and naked rubbing his dripping monster of a dick, giving me a good
look at what I was in for.

"Ready, kiddo?"

Trembling, I nodded as I tried to concentrate on slurping on Mr. Carrico's
boner. I felt him move behind me and put his hands on my sweaty butt cheeks,
pulling them gently apart. And then I felt the weight of his dick settle
into my crack. Slowly he slid it up and down, the drool of precum further
wetting my already wet hole. The wide head pushed against my opening. At
first it resisted, then began to stretch. I felt an ache but also a warmness
as the big crown of his cock penetrated deeper into me. Mr. Carrico kept
massaging my shoulders. Dan was still lazily circling his tongue around the
head of my dick Sean knelt next to me and gently kneaded my nipples. My
senses were so overloaded that I could barely even see. Taste and touch and
the smell of male flesh and sweat and sex had taken over. The room was
filled with the sound of heavy breathing. I felt the rim of Gary's dickhead
pop into me. I gasped and shook. He was in me.

Slowly, in rhythm with Mr. Carrico's massage of my shoulders, Gary massaged
my hips and slowly ground his, creating almost a screwing motion to move his
big rod deeper into my expanding insides. Moving to the same tempo, Dan
continued licking and massaging my balls with a single finger in a slow
swirl. Mr. Carrico moved his dick in and out of my mouth to the same beat. I
found myself moving my hips in time, grinding back on the thick visitor
inside me. Sean slowly increased the pressure on my nipples. It was like a
dance, everything moving in slow motion. I moaned softly.

Gary groaned behind me. "Jesus Christ, you feel good!" he said in a raspy
voice. Slowly, more and more of his dick sank into my hole. Six fat inches
were already in me, pumping in and out and adding a bit more with each
thrust.

As he hit the eight inch mark, he started to pick up speed, working it
harder, pushing deeper. My insides felt like they were being stretched
apart, my battered prostate throbbed and sent waves of electric sensations
straight to my aching nuts. My skin felt like it was on fire. The tempo kept
building. I have no idea how long it went on. Time had lost all meaning. I
just felt it gradually speed up, gathering intensity. The sounds of
breathing in the room grew louder, more labored. Gary's groans grew louder.
My moaning grew louder. He was pounding against my hips now, all the way in
me. His big nuts hung low in their sweaty sack, swinging between my legs
with each thrust, slapping up against mine. The air seemed thick, damp,
filled with sex.

"OH, SHIT!" Gary yelled. We all knew he was about to cum. Dan wrapped his
lips around my dick and untied the thong from around the base. Mr. Carrico
firmly held my head in both hands. Sean clamped down on my tits like a vice
and twisted.

And then with a loud yell, Gary blew. I felt the molten lava from his balls
jet into my ravaged innards, coating them, filling them, soaking them. Gary'
s whole body was twitching, his hips slamming again and again against mine.
And still, more of his hot load shot into me.

In seconds, I also felt Mr. Carrico's thrusts into my mouth become more
insistent and suddenly my mouth was filling with blast after blast of thick
cream. I desperately tried to keep up, gulping down the seemingly endless
load. But there was no way. Cum dribbled out of the corners of my mouth,
running down my chin.

And then I blew. I couldn't last a second longer. With Mr. Carrico still
filling my mouth, I let out a long, muffled, gurgling squeal as my entire
body began shaking, convulsing, and my balls drew up in their sack so
violently that it sent a wave of pain through me. Dan applied a little more
suction to my dick and my load blew out of me in waves like I'd never felt.
I could hear Dan coughing and choking as he tried to swallow the barrage of
jizz that I was bombarding him with. Plus my body was shaking so much over
him, he must have wondered if I was going to slam right down on him. He
pulled out form under me, my dick still shooting its last few volleys.

Sean had stood up on the left side of me, rapidly stroking his dick.
Grunting, he blew his load, covering my back and side with his hot juice.
Dan masturbated furiously on my right and with a load moan covered my back
and  right side with his cream.

Cum and sweat dripped off of me as I continued shaking. Gary slowly pulled
out of me and still I shook, almost in convulsions. I still could feel my
balls pulsating, pumping themselves dry. Finally I began to subside. I
collapsed on the table in a pool of precum, cum and sweat, still twitching
and gasping like I'd run a mile uphill.

Mr. Carrico rolled me onto my back. The four of them knelt around me,
massaging my body, trying to calm the seizure I seemed to be in. Gradually I
started to catch my breath. I lay on the table limp. I felt like every
muscle in my body ached. I couldn't move.

Gary sat back on his legs, still massaging my thigh. He shook his head.
"I've had my share of good fucks but that one took the prize. You are one
hot little motherfucker."

Dan slapped my belly playfully. "Shit man, were trying to drown me or
something? I thought you'd never stop."

Sean gave my left nipple one last tweak. "I thought we'd have to call the
paramedics the way you were squirming there."

Mr. Carrico got a pillow off the couch and stuck it under my head. My head
was still throbbing. He began rubbing my temples with his fingers lightly.

"Are you alright?"

I nodded. It was still hard to talk. The spinning wheel of thoughts in my
head still hadn't quite come to a halt. I knew somehow that I was going to
feel very strange about this the next day. But at that moment, lying naked
in a pool of cum, with four men looking at me and caressing my body, I felt
two things that I don't think I'd ever felt before.

First, I could almost reach out and grab the words, "I'm gay" and feel OK
with it. Almost.

But the second feeling was more possessing. It cut through all my fourteen
years of shyness and doubts. It filled me.

I felt like I was the center of the universe.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .


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